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posted on Apr, 7 2005 @ 09:51 PM
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His special room
was down the hall
where the shiny eyes
were wall to wall
and how proud he was
when each would fall

There were antlers and horns
and teeth and claws
beautiful faces
with none of his flaws,
no saggy belly, no sagging jaws,
no half bit nail
on the cougars paws

A ram, a deer, an elk, a moose
a wild turkey, a duck, a goose,
this old guy needs to call a truce,
nothings safe when he cuts loose

As we stood in his room
and witnessed his treasure,
it was easy to see
that their death gave him pleasure,
and that he was void of compassion
of a trace you could measure

What is that void
he tries to fill--
a hole in his chest
that a heart could fill?




posted on Apr, 7 2005 @ 11:24 PM
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excellent kazi
very well written


DC1

posted on Apr, 9 2005 @ 04:23 PM
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Thumbs-up all down the line from me too, well done



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